untitled This gulf; who can make it small and thin, So my quest, aspirations and lofty dreams Can passionately like a saint running from sin, Empower my strides with a delightful steam, Leaving me to bask and rally myself from within, So the passion within can flow like a stream? Was that man you adore now not once a boy? Was he not by divine fingers crafted and made? He is he not but a fool trying hard to be coy? Like the dew in the sun, his "shakara" will fade bringing to fore the folly of his hot temper Such that once untamed will his senses tamper . A nightguard who elect to allow intruders into an inn must account for any item lost while in the inn!
Posted on: Mon, 23 Sep 2013 18:04:06 +0000
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